The power of music has always been underestimated. We all just tend to think “whatever” for the most part, but we’ve all been slaves to the rhythm from time to time once a real party starter gets going. It’s usual girls who get into a song to squeal in utter excitement and head to the dance floor, so fellas, take advantage of this and woo her with the songs the DJ’s playing just for you to score! (Well, not really.)
For some guys, going up to a random girl to chat her up is piss easy and they do it effortlessly. But how do you find the inspiration to do this? Well, having your penis constantly want to go inside vaginas is usually inspiration enough really, but not always.
Wow, people are so deluded. Really they are. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. It’s like everything you ever learned through logic becomes completely irrelevant and really stupid stuff seems like gospel.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s pressure or self esteem or whatever. Doesn’t matter. You’re a victim, I’m a victim, everyone’s done it.
So in your sights are heaps of stunning women at a venue, but only one of the lovely ladies stands out to the point of you needing to know everything about them. You are so mesmerised by her flawless looks, sparkling eyes, and glowing smile; how do you approach her?
Single, looking to mingle? But keep hearing from your mates, “You are not going to find your future husband/wife at (insert club/bar of choice)”. This, often,or not, can be off-putting to the single ladies and gents looking for something serious.
When wondering around the clubs fairly intoxicated observing your surroundings, you can’t help notice the desperation of girls trying to pick up to satisfy their needs. Although what you are unaware of is the conversation going on between both
Not just ‘death as a fact of existence’, but like in-your-face, your life ending in the immediate future death. To be exact on December 21 thanks to the Mayan Apocalypse.
You might remember ‘Holy Shit Everybody Is Going To Die’ from
If you are like how I was two years ago, a first time traveler with booked flights to some exotic destinations overseas-and have no idea what to expect from local party animals-fear not, the results are quite resoundingly positive.
Hey Guys!
(Sorry, Girls, today I only mean the guy Guys, like XY guys. Or anybody who produces the hormone testosterone in abundance.)
Lesson number one: THERE ARE NO ‘BAD KISSERS.’ Before you may travel the enlightened path of hooking up you must first learn and accept this noble truth. Someone once told me, “there are no bad kissers, only incompatible ones.”